My forte isn’t home repair and maintenance. My wife knows that and for the most part she doesn’t complain.
I put up a shelf in the kitchen. It came out crooked even after my eyeballing it and using a scale.
I looked nervously at my wife and confessed my blunder.
She shrugged her shoulders and said, “It doesn’t matter. It goes with the rest of the house.”
Then my eyes narrowed as I thought of the implication: all my home repairs are crooked.
She seemed to be reading my mind.
“I think it’s charming,” she said. “It’s us.”
I made her a hot tea.